More by Danijela (Lady Jackal)

And so the healing has begun. The heart hears the soul, and has been allowed to do what the soul cannot. Express its pain, sorror and longing. As the soul rants, the heart feels, and the mind can purge itself of the memories, leaving room for thoughts of joy, peace and contentment.

'...And the dreams come, and the soul screams. But the body doesn't awake, the mind blissfully unaware. So the soul is tortured, for it is the soul remembering, and suffering. Age multiplies the pain, for as the mind healsslowly, the soul does not. Another night of pain for the one known now as Kien, once more than just an elven elemental mage, more than the quiet surivor of centuries, friend of a numbered few of the Castle residents. And so the soul remembers, good and bad, of the past its endured, and the future it fears...'